I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 150

Silence enveloped the car, and the atmosphere grew heavy. Isabella

moistened her lips. Her voice emerged, husky from her parched throat. “No.”

Seth anticipated her response. He warmed up slightly, and he brushed his

fingers across the steering wheel. “I observed your performance throughout

the entire time you were in the conference room.”

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Isabella felt a tremor in her soul. She tried to recall everything she had said

that afternoon. All the things she had said just to spite Angelina now became

her own punishment, biting her in the rear.

“I had no idea you were so… ambitious,” Seth continued mercilessly.

Isabella closed her eyes and opened her mouth, but she couldn’t utter a

word. She didn’t even need to watch the surveillance footage to know that

she had put on a perfect act for Angelina, and everything she had said was

ambitious.

Seth pulled over by the roadside and listed out all of Isabella’s actions,

tormenting her. “Your resignation and refusal to continue your contract were

just a ploy to gain my attention?” He rolled down the window and leisurely

rested his hand on the edge. With his other hand, he opened the glovebox

and retrieved a packet of cigarettes.

Isabella remained lying on the seat. She could hear Seth smoking, and she

like. She said nothing,

smoke was scorching her

a crush on a boy, only

feelings and reject her.

felt as if he was saying, “Sorry, we’re not

though Isabella was tough, she still couldn’t easily resolve

said

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like an excuse. No one would believe that,

Seth.

hand and wiped her face while Seth

down. You have nothing

to herself, Isabella slowly got up

the rear-view mirror and met

said, “Any woman would kill to be the wife

frowned, something

had witnessed in

stated Isabella wanted to be Mrs. Shaffer, not

the president’s wife.

side for five years and tended to your needs every

never left you. Even if

me not

and praised Seth to stroke his

swirled around in the driver’s seat. Some light passed through it,

relaxed. Isabella tried to guess what he was

she saw was the back of his head. She could only rely

to get. Sometimes my mind snaps out of it,

speaking calmly. “You’re not going to marry

so why are you

was fake, but the last part was

sounded genuine. Seth was already

the last part of

what Gordon had said in

want me to hold you back because you think